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I am sorry for the times that I go somewhere else
While still sitting in the room, with my body like a shell
I am sorry for the times in which I am too much
Unsure if that’s any better than when I am not enough
I think it started when I first played Funeral, middle seat - late nineties van
Sitting there with the music paused, but still with both speakers in
Too weak to be in conversation, much too scared to be alone
Hoping I'd see the shape of a safe space friend in the street when I got home
Tell me - what I am doing, please
I'll try to be better than I have been
I spent so much time staying afloat
I think I forgot how to be a friend
I am a rope that gets more tangled as I toss and turn, asleep
There is glass layered inside, cutting those who untie me
And if it happens every night, well then those ends are going to fray
You can fuse the ends of me, or set the whole damn thing ablaze
Someone tell me - what I am doing, please
I'll try to be better than I have been
I spent so much time staying afloat
I think I forgot how to be a friend
Tell me - what am I doing, please
How do I act when we meet again
Maybe we’ll sit at a dying fire
Maybe we’ll talk about the end
I am not a martyr, I’ve tried so hard to be good
To be comforting to you, to be the way they say I should
I am becoming afraid that I will be forgettable
But I am still more afraid to be remembered as "not good"
I am sorry
Tell me - what I am doing, please
I'll try to be better than I have been
I spent so much time staying afloat
I think I forgot how to be your friend
Tell me - what am I doing, please
How do I act when we meet again
Maybe we’ll sit at a dying fire
Maybe we’ll talk about the end
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Dear mother who art in heaven
Could you give father a message
We are sick and need deliverance
From this white suburban “heaven”
We have prayed to end oppression
Since before things started burning
But we never got an answer
Now the tide is fucking turning
Why does your soul war have to be a class war?
Why does your soul war have to be a race war?
We became tired
Sitting below your expectations
At the bottom of the world
Somewhere within your “hurt”
In the eyes of some of the closest
We partake in a pointless protest
It is a plea to hit the reset
Our “haven” has become facist
Why does your soul war have to be a class war?
Why does your soul war have to be a race war?
Call out your sin, begin again, or burn down
Spit out the shit, you came here with, stand up now
There’s minority blood on the hands of our leaders and they won’t admit it
There’s a system of white elitism in place, time to fucking rescind it
You can’t hide in your comfort forever pretending there is no movement
Get ready for the flood - are you rising to the top or going down in the current?
Fuck your leader, fuck your tear gas, fuck your armchair judgment
Goddamn
*growl intensifies*
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Crop of Bones
04:31
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What are these words, we speak so often
Tired little pleas beneath our breath
Some aimed at gods, some aimed at devils
All powered by a quaking chest
We raise our voice and speak in anger
Sometimes righteous, though sometimes cruel
Some scream for money, some scream for power
Some scream just so police don’t shoot
They usually do
What is this life - but building castles
In which we age, in which we die
If someone comes to take your empire
You go outside and end their life
You claim to love with no conditions
You speak your hate behind closed doors
But before long, that door will open
Then all will see what you fight for
We have been warned
A few things -
Be well, sex sells, and fuck twelve. We were all sitting in our cells until the other shoe fell. They dwell in robes like Pharisees, screaming "carry me. don't marry unless you're straight, white, not fucking and delirious." Did we make it to heaven? I don't feel it. Hatred is woven into this crowd but I can't see it. I'm busy watching Jesus with his Black Lives Matter sign teaching children. I wonder if he knew the future. And if he did was he sad? If I could've seen the future I would've cut some ties that I had a little sooner. I would've been a better lover. I would've loved a little louder. I am at a loss for answers, think we might be unimportant - we will live on sonic roads til Final Breath, and Final Morning. Shifting gears and speeding. Pivoting and singing, not knowing or caring that we are bleeding. Shifting gears and speeding. Pivoting and singing, not knowing or caring that I am bleeding
Please keep my name away from your lips
I’ll keep your name out of my home
You’ve drawn your lines, and made your statements
All that you reap, will be your own
A crop of bones
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JPTR
03:34
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Grand journey, unending horizon
Prepare a place for yourself, but invite someone in
Bless a friend, bless an enemy
Bless everyone you lay eyes on
It's your big day
Everyone will talk about you
And the new wave
Of feeling displaced and disappointed
It’s the big day
Everyone will talk about it
Walking heavy with no purpose
Tired faces all distorted
Found a calling, found a hidden power
Make a pact and hope to some god that it doesn't go sour
It’s a gravel road at the midnight hour
It’s Springsteen's caravan on a never ending tour
It's your big day
Everyone will talk about you
And the new wave
Of feeling displaced and disappointed
It’s the big day
Everyone will talk about it
Walking heavy with no purpose
Stories of the way wish you were
Used to see what they saw too
Used to feel a whole lot number
Spit blanket statements to get through
Begging someone to crawl under
It's your big day
Everyone will talk about you
And the new wave
Of feeling displaced and disappointed
It’s the big day
Everyone will talk about it
Walking heavy with no purpose
Still content with no one next to you
It's your big day
It's the big day
Did you become one with the thunder?
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Forest Art
03:37
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There is something evil in these woods
Waiting for us to falter
When our breath becomes ragged and our throats are lined with fire
It will speak to us from every direction
Anger - at the edge of the clearing
Where sight ends and scents begin
It calls me ever- inward
Converting those like me, into
Exhibit A for purging the all the earth
CHORUS
Sadness - as I hear my loved ones calling
Will they see my footsteps in the Spring
I hope they love the real me,
Not the images they're fed from
That blue light that translates my memory
CHORUS
It says
“You will become my art
You will paint the forest floor
You don’t deserve the earth
It don’t love you anymore”
In another decade, they will find it
Humans turned into bloody mural
WIth a single message beneath these decomposing leaves
“You all created me.”
There is something evil in these woods
Waiting for us to falter, (here it goes)
When our breath becomes ragged and our throats are lined with fire
It will say "bow down and pray your fucking prayers"
There is something evil in these woods
Waiting for us to falter, (here it goes)
When our breath becomes ragged and our throats are lined with fire
With our final breath we will see the hidden truth, we are the evil in these woods
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WORLDEATER
05:30
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Swear in
Cut down what you cannot comprehend
That is what our predecessors said
There is something coming for revenge
Begin
Cry as much as you can stand to cry
We have earned this through association
Innocent or not, we’re going to die
She was excommunicated
Forbidden to return to our world
She was never one to follow instruction
She gained strength before she returned
And now she’s going to let it burn
She’s going to let it burn
Cities part as she descends
Her lips meet mine as it begins
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